The Art of Moaning...

Oh, the moans, those bedroom refrains,
part opera, part way to manage the strains.
Is it ecstasy? Or just her clever ploy
to stroke your ego while she’s mildly annoyed?

You think her cries are applause for your skill,
but she might just be aiming to shorten the drill.
A symphony of "ahhs" to speed up the show,
or perhaps a melodic way to say, "Go baby Go!”

When the tempo shifts and you’re off the track,
a moan might say, “Slow down, Jack.”
Too rough? Too fast? Too much improv?
Her “ahem” is her way of saying, “Get to the work then!”

And then there’s the multitasking queen,
moaning softly while mentally whipping her screen.
Grocery lists and laundry loads,
all syncopated to your overzealous modes.

Oh, but silence? Now that’s a sin
no moans, no groans, no win for him.
She moans to keep the mood alive,
to make the ordeal worth the drive.

But don’t mistake her cries of distress
for an ode to your manly success.
Her high notes might sound like you’ve hit the spot,
but it’s really her way of saying, “Maybe not.”

So take the hint, dear lover and friend,
the moans aren’t just pleasure, they’re tools to amend.
Read the room, follow the tune,
or she’ll moan for reasons that burst your balloon.